I pull down the zipper. The satiny fabric slips off my skin and sinks lazily onto the floor. I step gingerly out of the burgundy prom dress and proceed to reaquaint it with its hanger. "Now," I sigh, stepping towards the closet. "You don't have a mirror down there do you?" I turn from where I'm standing, elbow deep in satin, lace, and chiffon. He is lying on my bed, turned towards the wall. His face is engulfed in pillows. "Shut up!" He exclaims, but I think I detected a slight hint of laughter.... "I was just kidding," I grin and pull down a dark purple knee length dress. I slip into it. "Now this one, I have never worn anywhere." From his hiding place on the bed he replies, "Doesn't it bother you to have expensive dresses just sitting in your closet?" I think about it. I adjust the dress. "Not really. Open your eyes." He turns around and sits up. "I really like that one. Purple is a good color on you." He pauses before continuing. "I don't know, but maybe every dress looks good on you."
If you were silent, do you think your friends would notice? I'm usually loud, jovial. I like to be seen as happy, whether I am or not. One day at lunch, I sat down. Someone asked me a question, I nodded my head. Tim commented on my mace earrings. I grinned and shook my head from side to side so they would bounce off my cheeks. Andrew asked why I wasn't saying anything. "It's unusual to have a silent Mary." I laughed and said that I hadn't meant to be silent. We moved to talk about the random things that friends will often talk about. Today, I sat with my usual group of "friends;" the friends with whom I fit so well. And today, I was quiet. There is a difference between quiet and silent. Especially when the quiet is you sitting, unsmiling, going through the motions and the silent includes you grinning and playing with your earrings. However, no one noticed. Isn't it odd? I think if one of my friends was bummed, I'd notice. If the were quiet, d...
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